20070306:
My poop is real
and cannot be forced with deal
until there’s a feel
20070307:
Emergency call
Eleven-two-two crawl
For a lie-censed fall
20070308:
What is up with that
when someone says, ‘Crap?’
It’s an utter trap.
20070309:
Satellite map of brown
with airport westward of the town
by a three crossed crown.
20070311:
Morning
Garlic cloves were chopped.
Browned in ‘ragging’ oil – it popped.
Stored in glassware; – topped.
More wispy clouds – no breeze
Singing birds and blooming trees –
Some trails gone with ease
Afternoon
Trace calls from spammers
Twelve-two-two P.M slurs
Dark ‘angers’ refers
‘Paw’ pulled the yard weeds
‘Maw’s hair cut; no handbag needs;
Bargains on grown seeds
Evening
Washed with no soap bar
Removed dirt, oil, grime and tar
Vacuumed my gray car
‘Maw’ repaired my jeans
by hand and sewing machines –
waistline tight as teens.
Ten more haiku poems in monorhyme.
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Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…